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Then many a day she pass'd away in sorrow and despair, Her cheeks, though once grown like lilies fair; She cried, where is my Henry, and often did she swoon,

like roses, were

Crying, sad's the day I ran away from Edinburgh Town.

Oppress'd with grief, .without relief, the damsel she did go

Into the wood, to eat such food as on the bushes grow;

Some strangers they did pity her, and some did on her frown,

And some did say, what made you stray from Edinburgh Town?

Beneath a lofty spreading oak, this maid sat down to cry;

And watching of the gallant ships, as they were passing by,

She gave three shrieks for Henry, then plunged her body down,

And away floated Caroline, of Edinburgh


A note, likewise her bonnet, she left upon the shore,

And in the note a lock of hair, with the words, "I am no more;"

But fast asleep, I'm in the deep, fish are watching round,

Once comely young Caroline, of Edinburgh Town.

Come, all you tender parents, ne'er try to part true love,

You're sure to see, in some degree the ruin it will prove;

Likewise young men and maidens, ne'er on your lovers frown,

Think of the fate of Caroline, of Edin burgh town.


I'VE come to the cabin he danced his wild jigs in,

As neat a mud palace as ever was seen; And, consid'ring it served to keep poultry and pigs in,

I'm sure it was always most elegant clean. But now all about it seems lonely and dreary,

All sad and all silent, no piper, no reel; Not even the sun, through the casement, is cheery,

Since I miss the dear darling boy, Teddy

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I dreamt but last night-oh! bad luck to my dreaming,

I'd die if I thought 'twould come truly to pass

But I dreamt, while tears down my pillow were streaming,

That Teddy was courting another fair lass; Oh! didn't I wake with a weeping and


The grief of that thought was too deep to conceal ;

My mother cried-" Norah, child, what is your ailing?"

And all I could utter was-" Teddy O'Neale."

Shall I never forget when the big ship was ready,

And the moment was come when my love must depart;

How I sobb'd, like a spalpeen, "Good bye to you Teddy,"

With drops on my cheek and a stone at my heart.

He says 'tis to better his fortune he's roving, But what would be gold to the joy I should feel

If I saw him come back to me, honest and loving,

Still poor, but my own darling, Teddy


Он sure 'twould amaze yiz
How one Misther Theseus
Desarted a lovely young lady of owld,
On a dissolute island,

All lovely and silent,

She sobb'd herself sick as she sat in the


Oh you'd think she was kilt,

As she roar'd, with the quilt Wrapped round her in haste as she jump❜d out of bed,

And ran down to the coast,

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Where she look'd like a ghost,

Though 'twas he was departed—the vagabone fled.

And she cried, Well-a day!

Sure my heart it is gray;

They're deceivers, them sojers that goes on half pay!

While abusing the villain,
Came riding postilion,

A nate little boy on the back of a baste,
Big enough, faith to ate him,

But he leather'd and bate him,

And the baste to unsate him ne'er struggled

the laste;

And an iligant car

He was drawing-by gar

It was finer by far than a Lord Mayor's state coach.

And the chap that was in it,
He sang like a linnet,

With a nate kag of whiskey beside him to broach.

And he tipp'd now and then,

Just a matther o' ten

Or twelve tumblers o' punch to his bowld sarving men.

They were dressed in green livery,
But seemed rather shivery,

For 't was only a thrifle o' leaves that they


But they caper'd away,

Like the sweeps on May-day,

And shouted and tippled the tumblers galore!

A print of their masther

Is often in plasther

o' Paris, put over the door of a tap;

A fine chubby fellow,

Ripe, rosy and mellow,

Like a peach that is ready to drop in your


Hurrah, for brave Bacchus,

A bottle to crack us,

He's a friend of the people, like bow'd Caius Gracchus !

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